I'm not sure I want to know...

ouri-chan@ouri.laranica.com — Tue, 28 Aug 2007 12:29:22 GMT

...what kind of omen it is for the rest of the day, that I woke up this morning from a dream about a possessed toilet.

I mean, really. >,0

The dream started out as attending something that seemed like a cross between a family reunion and some kind of fannish get-together. I don't think the dream-me had any close friends of relatives involved, though. Anyway, the people in charge had just gathered folks around a campfire for the main event of the gathering (which I seem to recall involved alcohol somehow), when the weather suddenly turned nasty and ominous, and scattered everyone. I ran with several other people into a lodge-type building.

Since biological functions happen, apparently even when you've fallen into the middle of a sad, sorry excuse for a horror movie, I headed for the bathroom. Which was dark, not well-maintained, and just kind of gross overall. And I thought, 'great, this is just about the point where the toilet does something weird.'

And sure enough, the bowl obligingly welled up and flooded over, threatening to swamp my toes. I remember being glad that at least the last person had flushed, so it was nothing worse than clear water. But it still ticked me off, because, well, I had to go and this toilet was getting attitudinous on me.

So I hit it. Hard. And growled something about "Don't you EVEN start with me - !"

And it stopped flooding.

Well all right, so that much worked. I still really had to go, and I didn't trust the damned (perhaps literally) thing not to act up. So I was busy threatening to kick it off its base if it tried to get smart with me again...

...when I woke up. And realized - I had to go to the bathroom. So I crawled out of bed, used our nice, non-possessed toilet, and crawled back in to doze the 10 - 15 minutes left before my alarm went off.

That was my morning - how's all of yours going? =D

Journey to Gestalt

I'm not sure I want to know...